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I hates the Declaration of {Independence} too! | 100%
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I hates the "glorious Union," 'tis dripping with our {blood}. | 100%
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I'm glad I fought against it, I only wish we'd {won}. | 100%
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O I'm a good old {rebel}, now that's just what I am. | 100%
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Them lyin', thievin' {Yankees}, I hates 'em wuss and wuss. | 100%
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And I don't want no pardon for what I {was} and am. | 75%
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But I {killed} a chance o' Yankees an' I'd like to kill some mo'. | 75%
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For this "fair land of {freedom}" I do not care a damn. | 75%
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I caught the rheumatism a-campin' in the {snow}, | 75%
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I hates the {Constitution}, this "great republic" too. | 75%
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I hates the Yankee {nation}, and everythin' they do. | 75%
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I wish they was three {million} instead o' what we got. | 75%
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I won't be reconstructed, and I don't care a {damn}. | 75%
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And I don't want no {pardon} for anything I done. | 50%
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But I ain't going to {love} 'em, now that is sartenly sure! | 50%
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Got wounded in four places and I starved at Point {Lookout}. | 50%
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I can't take up my {musket} and fight 'em now no more, | 50%
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I hates their striped {banner}, and I fought it all I could. | 50%
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I hates the nasty {eagle}, with all his braggs and fuss. | 50%
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I rode with {Robert} {E}. {Lee} for three years near about, | 50%
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They died of Southern {fever}, and Southern steel and shot. | 50%
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Three hundred thousand Yankees is still in Southern {dust}, | 50%
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We got {three} hundred thousand befor' they conquered us. | 50%
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I hates the {Freedmans}' Buro, in uniforms of blue. | 25%
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